Page 55 of His Innocent Omega
“No, it’s not,” he said with feeling. “You were their responsibility. Would you do that to Julianna?”
It was a question I had asked myself a lot in the last three weeks since becoming a parent. Would I react the same way in the same situations with my own child? The answer was always a big, fat no. I wanted her to have the exact opposite of the childhood I had had. I wanted to be a very different type of parent than my own were. “No, I wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, and neither will Jamie or Bash with Matty.”
“I know. I’ve put them in contact with some people that can help. There’s a lot Matty will be able to do online, without having to leave home before he’s ready.”
Belly full, I watched as Grayson fed Julianna, then burped her and got her into a fresh diaper. The sun was sinking into the sky outside, causing shadows to form in the room. I’d stayed out inthe woods longer than I had planned, causing our lunch to be more on the early side of dinner. Standing, I carried my bowl to the sink. “Thank you for lunch, and for babysitting her.”
“She’s my daughter, Wyatt, it’s not babysitting. It’s parenting.” He deposited his dishes next to mine in the sink, his shoulder brushing against me. Heat burned through the fabric of my shirt where he had touched. His scent filled the spaces next to me, and longing curled slowly through my body.
“True,” I agreed. “We should get out of your hair. Thanks for today,” I said again, no idea why I kept thanking him.
Stop sounding like an idiot, my giraffe grumbled.
Being this close to him, talking to him this afternoon, had flustered me. Slowly, I found myself opening up to him, like I never had anyone before. Telling him truths I had never shared with anyone, and it had me off-kilter. Along with his delicious alpha scent floating over my skin.
Turning, I gestured to the blankets still laid out on the floor and where Julianna waited in her bouncy seat. I could see her eyes drooping from here. She’d had a big day too. “And for the picnic. I’ll just get her stuff and head out.”
I started to move, and his hand caught my wrist, stopping me. His fingers lightly encircled my wrist, and my nostrils flared, my heart pounding. That crazy electricity between us shot up my arm, not as forceful as the first time, but there, nonetheless. Warmth spread from where we touched, all the way up my arm.
“Stay.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Becks
“Stay,” I whispered. Pleaded. Begged. Hoping he could hear the need in my voice, and wouldn’t run the other way.
I wasn’t ready to let him go just yet. Him or Jules. Today had been wonderful, with both of them, and I wanted more. Wyatt had finally started to open up, truly letting me in to parts of him he had kept to himself, and I wanted more. I wanted to know everything there was to know about this intelligent, beautiful, complicated man.
“We can pop some popcorn, watch a movie,” I told him, trying to ease the tension I saw in his shoulders. “Just…I don’t want this day to end yet. I like spending time with you,Wyatt, and Jules. I’m not ready to let either of you go yet.”
I probably was coming on too strong again, too demanding. I was trying hard to curb that side of my personality, but after fifty years it was just who I was.
His chest moved rapidly, before he took a steadying breath, but he didn’t try to pull from my hold. Soothingly, I rubbed my thumb over the pulse point in his wrist. His pulse fluttered against my thumb, like a hummingbird.
“I…” he was going to say no, I could hear it in his voice. Make up some excuse as to why he needed to leave.
“Come on, just one movie. Something fun and ridiculous that we don’t have to think too hard about. Just relax and be. The baby is about to fall asleep,” I coaxed.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Wyatt’s shoulders relaxed. “Okay,” he whispered. “We’ll stay. For one movie.”
He tugged at my hold, and I reluctantly released him, following as he moved back into the living room area. He moved the baby closer to the sofa and I told him, “There’s a crib for her in that room, if you want to lay her down. Or she can just sleep in the bouncy.” Picking up a blanket, I began folding them.
“She’s fine for now,” though his eyes looked curiously to the closed door I had indicated, no doubt wondering what was behind it. I had turned my guest bedroom/office into a pseudo nursery with a crib and changing table taking up a corner of the room. “I don’t want to risk waking her up.”
Putting a couple of the blankets on the back of the couch, I picked up the remote. “What kinds of movies do you like? I have more streaming services than I possibly need, but I like to have options when I do have downtime.”
He nibbled on his bottom lip, turning it bright pink. I tried not to fixate on it, but I couldn’t help what my eyes did. Couldn’thelp imagining those pink lips wrapped around my cock. Trying to be casual, I adjusted my dick in my jeans, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
“I, ah, I usually just watch documentaries,” he shrugged, “I have no idea what is even popular. What do you like to watch?”
He took a seat on one end of the couch, looking tense and uncomfortable again, like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He fidgeted then finally clasped them together in his lap. “Wyatt, relax, it’s just a movie. We aren’t Netflixing and chilling.”
He blinked blankly at me, “I have no clue what that means. I mean, I’ve heard my students say it, but most pop culture references are lost on me.”
In this case, that might be a good thing. Did I tell him what it meant, and watch him get even more uncomfortable?
